Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 244

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 244

161. The Mana Stone Theft Case (3)

Priscilla still had a dubious expression.

Above all, the fact that we were in front of the temple seemed to really bother her.

“I feel like I’m going to break out in hives, seriously.”

“Is it okay for a priest to hate temples?”

“It’s a place I don’t want to go to unless there’s work. We don’t want to go to lecture halls either unless there are classes.”

That’s true enough.

Still, a priest who hates temples.

“So what is it really? What did you do that means we just need to wait here?”

“I activated it, so we’ll know soon.”

“What exactly is it, and why in front of the temple of all places…?”

Her grumbling was brief.

In the distance, a carriage was rushing toward us, kicking up dust in its urgency.

“Move aside! This is an urgent matter!”

A rather splendid carriage stopped in front of the temple, and before the priests inside could even get out, the carriage door opened and a stretcher came flying out.

“Just as expected.”

It was Count Altair.

It seemed he didn’t even have time to cover his face.

Standing naturally behind the well near the temple, I watched the scene with a bitter smile.

“What, it’s really Count Altair?”

“Yeah. That’s him.”

I had seen him before when I was invited to the Imperial Palace.

We had even exchanged brief greetings.

No matter how much someone avoided social circles, they couldn’t ignore an imperial invitation, and thanks to that, I had memorized his face back then.

“He really got carried in… If he came rushing by carriage like that, it’s one of two things. Either he’s making a big fuss, or it’s really urgent.”

“It’s probably the latter. I activated the anti-theft shock magic that Big Sister planted.”

“…Is that thing strong enough to get someone carried in?”

I mumbled.

It’s not at the level of killing someone.

But if not treated immediately, it leaves quite a significant shock.

By the way, this is a kind of ‘aftermath’ device that Big Sister developed while analyzing my mana.

I think she said it was a principle she wasn’t even considering putting into commercial inventions yet.

Anyway, thanks to that, Count Altair was now in a situation where he needed emergency healing at the temple…

“Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“To the mansion.”

“Are you crazy? What are you going to do there?”

“Retrieve it, of course.”

I gestured toward the temple with my chin.

“You weren’t thinking of doing something with just this, were you?”

“Well, that’s true, but…”

“If you want to make them move, you have to guide them that way.”

If we went quickly, we should be able to track the traces of mana that were disturbed when that aftermath device activated.

Then we’d naturally learn the location of the laboratory, so we could just go in, retrieve it, and come out.

The time had come to utilize the assassin techniques I learned from Mother.

“So, Priscilla, could you draw some attention for me?”

“Attention?”

“Yeah. You just need to get through the main gate. I’ll handle the rest myself.”

Usually, around the mansions of capital nobles, mana interference fields and intruder detection magic are applied.

Cases where they’re installed in double or triple layers are common, and Count Altair’s mansion, with his large-scale business operations, would be no exception.

Even if I simply melted them with Karnas’s breath, they would definitely notice if they were damaged.

“Alright. I need to think of an excuse.”

Priscilla pondered for a moment, then snapped her fingers.

“This should work.”

Priscilla’s plan was as follows:

“I can use the Grand Temple blessing as an excuse.”

At the Grand Temple, priests often enter conspicuous houses and bestow blessings throughout them.

In return, they receive small donations or are offered food, even if just a piece of bread.

It’s supposedly a kind of religious practice or something.

“Will it be okay with the Count being carried away?”

“It’ll be fine. No one refuses when the Grand Temple offers to bestow blessings. Well, actually, we’re not really going to bestow blessings.”

Priscilla shrugged.

“The Grand Temple uses this excuse to enter noble houses they don’t like and give warnings too.”

Wherever you go, that damn justification is important.

“Good. Then let’s try it.”

“You owe me a drink later.”

I wonder if it’s okay for a priest to say such things, but with Priscilla, it actually seems natural.

“Sure. I’ll buy you an expensive one.”

I chuckled and started walking.

“What in the world is this situation?”

“Did something happen to the Count?”

“That’s what I’m saying. He suddenly told us to open the gate, then the carriage came like a shot…”

In front of Count Altair’s mansion.

The guards in front of the mansion were each offering their speculations about what had just happened, wearing worried expressions.

“Nothing should happen to him. It’s not something really serious, is it?”

How could it be? The mansion’s security is so tight. It’s probably an experiment issue.”

“Well now. It’s not like we heard any explosion sounds.”

Meanwhile, seeing two people approaching the mansion, the guards returned to their primary duties.

“Halt! This is Count Altair’s mansion. Please state your identity and purpose of visit!”

More than ten people visit Count Altair’s mansion every day.

Half of them don’t have prior appointments, and half of those are just merchants.

“Priscilla Neriel. I am a priest of the Grand Temple.”

And now these two people didn’t have an appointment either, but they didn’t seem to be just merchants.

“Grand Temple… Are you an apprentice priest?”

“I have come to bestow blessings upon Count Altair’s estate.”

At the mention of being a priest of the Grand Temple, everyone’s expressions and attitudes changed.

The veteran guards cast subtle glances, but they couldn’t show expressions of neglect for such a reason.

“Ah… Then the person beside you is…”

“This child is ‘Nameless One.’ He has not yet received formal blessings and is following me for training.”

The woman who identified herself as Priscilla pulled out a priest’s badge from her robes, proving she was a priest of the Grand Temple.

The guards who received it and examined it carefully recognized it as a genuine priest’s badge and bowed their heads.

“We apologize for the rudeness. So, you’re saying you wish to perform a blessing ritual on the mansion?”

“That’s correct. It won’t take very long.”

“That’s very welcome and wonderful news. However, the Count has just left the mansion on urgent business…”

“In that case, we can finish even more quickly and be on our way.”

Priscilla said this while looking over the guards’ shoulders at the scenery inside the mansion.

“We have come not just to offer blessings for Count Altair, but to bestow blessings upon everyone residing in this mansion.”

And the voice that flowed out was truly benevolent.

As if this was what a saint would feel like, if one existed.

“Blessings are not such grand things. They can be received by the poor on the streets, by sickly stray dogs, and by small children at play.”

“Ahh…”

“Please, if you would allow us to bestow blessings upon this place that has caught our eye today, God would be most grateful.”

Honestly, they didn’t quite understand what she meant, but the guards were captivated by the atmosphere and the earnestness of the priestess named Priscilla.

“Then would you wait just a moment?”

Still, it seemed some discussion was needed.

While the guards gathered among themselves for a brief conversation, words flowed out that were unimaginable from that benevolent voice just moments before.

“Ugh, damn. Acting benevolent is killing me, seriously.”

“They’ll hear you.”

And when the guards returned shortly after, Priscilla smiled again as if nothing had happened.

“Have you finished your discussion?”

“Yes, we’ll escort you inside.”

Perfect.

An utterly benevolent smile appeared on Priscilla’s lips.

With this, getting inside was a success.

From now on, it was Dane’s turn.

Priscilla walked until Dane gave the signal, and when Dane signaled, she spoke to the guards.

“This spot seems good.”

It was the middle of the garden.

The two guards who had been planning to guide Priscilla to the drawing room were flustered.

“Here, you mean? Perhaps you should go to the drawing room first, and have tea with the head butler while discussing…”

“We did not come here to receive hospitality. We simply came to bestow blessings according to God’s will.”

“Ahh…”

To the two guards who seemed moved, Priscilla delivered the final blow.

“This garden is a place overflowing with the energy of life. There could be no better place to begin the blessing. Truly… a beautiful garden.”

At those words, one guard spoke to the other as if there was nothing more to consider.

“Go and bring the head butler this way.”

“Ah, understood.”

And the remaining guard quietly watched as Priscilla clasped her hands together and began the blessing.

‘What a shame. If she weren’t a priestess, she’d be worth coveting for her beauty.’

Perhaps because she looked so sacred, it made him feel that way even more.

His heart naturally became reverent.

In this atmosphere, the guard looked at the ‘nameless one’ standing motionlessly like a nail behind Priscilla.

‘Is he aspiring to be a knight? He has quite the build.’

But soon his gaze shifted back to Priscilla.

And from then on, the ‘nameless one’ continued standing motionlessly in that spot like a nail…

Meanwhile-

“…”

Regardless of who came to the mansion, Tuva was glaring at the mana stone.

The object that had made his employer, Count Altair, faint instantly and be carried to the temple.

‘What is it.’

Tuva didn’t know much about magic. So he didn’t know exactly why Count Altair had collapsed.

However, he was certain that whoever made this mana stone had set up some kind of mechanism.

“Normal mana stones don’t cause this kind of thing.”

Before fainting, Count Altair had been extremely moved while conducting experiments with this mana stone that he had suspended for so long.

That meant this mana stone was an incredible object.

Also, for that reason, it wasn’t strange that some mechanism was installed in this mana stone.

“I’ve gotten rusty too.”

In the past, he would have been suspicious from the start.

But he hadn’t done so.

It was shameful for a former assassin.

Nevertheless, his instincts were still sharp, so Tuva was guarding this place for now.

After Count Altair collapsed like that, someone needed to protect this mana stone.

Suddenly, he remembered the senior who had taught him assassination techniques.

The Dark Ruler.

And the person who assassinated hundreds with a single dagger, becoming a legend among assassins and now part of history.

“Are you happy now?”

The person who had suddenly retired without a sound.

Those who knew where he was and what he was doing all knew, but no one bothered to speak of it.

Out of respect for his happiness.

Tuva chuckled.

“Life after retirement isn’t easy, is it, senior.”

If possible, he too wanted to start a family and spend his remaining years happily without staining his hands with blood anymore.

But to think he’d end up living as an employee of a noble like this.

Old habits die hard, they say.

It was when Tuva wore a self-deprecating smile and briefly looked away from the mana stone.

“…!”

It was a very, very brief moment.

Really just an instant-

It was gone.

The mana stone.

What had been right in front of his eyes just moments ago had disappeared.

Cold sweat instantly ran down his back.

Tuva reflexively drew a dagger from his chest.

But.

Shing.

A cold blade answered in return.

The meaning was simple.

Move, and you die.

‘Just when did they…’

He had been caught without even noticing.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

Tuva realized instinctively.

This fellow…

Was a professional.

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